me, me, me

Blogging in hopes it will take up some time, not because I have anything special to write.

Why is it that as soon as I open this little window my brain is automatically starts churning out either a.) a list of things I want (a bike with a basket and a haircut, please) or b.) a list of things I am worried about (not failing political statistics and not failing political statistics, please God let me graduate.)

Thanks brain, but I am not even going to go there. Instead, I am going to make a list of things I like and am happy about to counteract the crippling depression creeping in brought on by the snow outside.

1. An expanding record collection. I discovered the most amazing record store and with David have bought approximately 20 records in the past two weeks including the Breakfast at Tiffanys soundtrack and Captain and Tennille's greatest hits for when I need a laugh. It's addicting. Currently a life goal I have set for myself is owning "Rocky Raccoon" on vinyl, so if anyone sees a White album floating around please let me know.

2. Gchat. Small, discreet wonderful gchat on which I can lust over KSL listings and be entertained by friends allllll day long. Also related, RSS feeds which enable me to stalk allllll day long.

3. Target. I could write sonnets to Target. I adore Target and I am pretty sure I venture there once a week. It is like my Tiffanys in "Breakfast at Tiffanys." Breakfast at Target. I once got lotion for $.40. Oh also I am becoming a hoarder because of Target, so there's that. I have like five bottles of shampoo in my closet.

4. Betos tortillas. I found out you can just buy singular tortillas at Betos. It was a good day as I sat there double-fisting plain tortillas in my car.

5. New pillows. For my bed. I am like Goldilocks about pillows and they are ALWAYS too thin or too puffy or too hard or too soft. But I am happy to report I have found a wonderful pillow and each night as I set my weary head on it I think to myself, "Just right."

6. The eternal quest for the perfect brown oxfords. This one is kind of annoying, but gives purpose to my life. So far I have gotten a pair from ebay that were actually men's and are way too big and a pair from Urban Outfitters that were in confusing European sizes and much too small. Someday I will be victorious and broke from shipping charges.

Well, this list is pretty much turning into a Things I Want list. It did, however, take up twenty minutes.

schooled

Rising panic.

I only have three weeks left of my entire school life. Four to five weeks left of my job.

My job that I have grown to love. I love absolute freedom and writing all day. For the first time in my life I can come and go as I please, no questions asked. I can check my phone whenever I hear a little buzz coming from the corner of my desk and I can get ready in the morning without fear of clocking in five minutes late.

I will miss getting assignments, picking up tickets at will-call, scribbling notes in dim light and rushing frantically back to the office to typetypetype with one eye on the clock.

I will miss my parking pass and my little name badge that grants me access into the newsroom. I will miss driving around the valley interviewing people with fascinating (and not so fascinating) stories.

I will miss staring out the fifth floor window all day at the old Tribune building and wondering what it would be like to work in a time when my preferred profession was not laughable.

I would like to take a month of and travel all over in my car, but the catch-22 of it all is that that takes money. Money you get from a job. That will not let you take a month off to travel. What to do?

In other news, Deven and I made a married person blog documenting our room mate romance. There is a poll. It will be fun.

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